in my languid moments,
like now,
now that I am tired and
frustrated,
I would like to lay down
my head in your lap
and look into your eyes.
and you could tell me,
don't worry, i'm here.
You can brush my hair back with
your hand and say
don't worry, i'm here.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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